There is truth beneath the floorboards
There is hope in brick and stone
They tell me just to shut my mouth
Leave well enough alone
But I think maybe all that's needed
Is a match and gasoline
Because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning
But I, will see this city burn
There are still good shepherds scattered
But they're far between and few
And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through
And I think maybe all that's needed is some gas and open flame
Because I don't think that any one of them believes that fire can erase their names
But I will see this city burn
I said I will see this city burn
We will burn it down and build it again
What was buried in flame
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ablaze
There is truth beneath the floorboards;
There is hope in brick and stone
But they tell me just to shut my mouth
Leave well enough alone
But I think that maybe all that's needed is some flint and hardened steel
Because I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real
We will burn it down and build it again
What was buried in flame
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ablaze
It will burn